Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Peru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Can,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
The Sound,
PIL,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.